Seven
Her fever broke and over the next few days they delighted in each other's company.
"Edward?"
He grunted as he concentrated on his next chess move, but looked up into the face of a sweet little imp.
"You have my bishop. What more do you want, little devil woman?"
Her eyes sparkled and danced. "I'm thinking we should up the ante."
"What do you have in mind?"
She looked at the board, "Winner kisses the loser."
"Brilliant idea," he said as his heated gaze made her squirm.
He laughed as he moved his queen.
They played distractedly, but neither let the other throw the game.
His 'checkmate' had her sigh with relief as he knocked the board off the bed, pulling her into his arms.
With his hand cupping her face, his gaze locked with hers.
"To the victor goes the spoils," he whispered.
She smiled confidently, raising her lips in surrender.
His lips danced across hers as he claimed his prize.
She clung tighter to him as he angled to deepen the kiss.
As he broke their kiss to nuzzle her neck, she panted, "More," and he reclaimed her mouth as he gently laid her down.
